This is the part that puts the majority of personally experienced anomalous events into a scrutinized possibility-probability state. This is the part that gives all subsequent strange happenings a quantum qubit precedence. This is the part that feels dangerous.

I have never wanted children.

I will start with what I know to be absolutely true because I have lived it and seen it, and go on to the extrapolations that have been experienced within a fractal mind. In January of 2014 I found myself in an anomalous situation that required a visit to a well known womens clinic here in the United States for what can be considered by some to be a morally controversial medical procedure. Immediately after this procedure, I had opted to receive an implanted uterine device to prevent anything more of this nature from happening. From the start, something had felt exceptionally off about this foreign object in my body, somehow more foreign than foreign had any right to be. At some point between its insertion and removal, I had an interaction with self-not-self that disclosed the presence of this item prior to its visual discovery. I had been mostly unconcerned about it; not correlating the destroyed libido, the 40 pound weight gain, the spells of chronic vomiting for 24 hours at a time to this item.

This object stayed in my body until August 13 of 2020. The entire removal process, for lack of a better term, was extremely psychedelic. There was an entity screaming during the extraction, disturbed by the disruption in my body. Not just a singular entity, an entire chorus of no, visual perceptions of sparkles and stars, a feeling of being out of body.

Then the actual item itself. Once it was out, there was something attached to it which should not have been there, something that horrified the doctor I went to to the point she called someone else into the room to whisper about it. An out of place artifact, inside my body. This object, it did not smell like life, a horrifying ball of some sort of fibers, almost like a tiny bit of steel wool. Was this implanted electrogenetics? A sterilization? …on an ultrasound, it was discovered that my uterus legitimately has horns. Verified! Can you imagine how that can make a person feel, the fierce kind of moral questioning?

Last summer, when I originally tried to tell this story in a document, I experienced a terrible physical reaction, which I am thoroughly sure was not psychosomatic. I heard a thing within the realms of mind, an inex, “when she didn’t come back right away, we knew she would find out eventually”.

What I find to be strange is the profound lack of any mention of the implantation of this device on the paperwork from this establishment. The paperwork is also rather interesting; a misspelling of my nickname, not my given name, which is weird considering i handed the desk an honest to god passport identification. The ticket number contained a 222. I am not referring to 222 as the new age bullshit angel number whatever that is; I am referring to the quantum computing superposition of 222. Like 111, or 000.

…Let me tell you about my superposition, my Schrodingers Cat, my qubit system, and make no mistake about it, it is a system; this is only one of many that allow for a qubit to be existing within the organic quantum brain, but this is the one that has the potential to… hit the fan, so to speak.

This is a situation in which any story that comes out is going to have a substantial consequence, and is, therefore, best ignored by the machinated entities of structured society. It is best for everyone who is not me, the person to have lived this qubit reality, to silence me on this topic. All possible outcomes are happening simultaneously until an answer as to the items origin is defined. This situation puts the brain processor into a massive fractal. There are two main, obvious branches of this fractal. The first is that the extraneous item attached to the IUD was planted by this clinic. The second is that this extraneous item was not planted by this clinic. Admission of either one is massive. It either solidifies that something horrible has taken place within this institution already constantly scrutinized by the right wing; or it solidifies that something of an indescribably paranormal nature has taken place, that we are not alone. Until one is proven, both are true… and who is going to admit to either one of these? Was the UAP I saw an attempt by this establishment to make me believe extra dimensional entities were behind the IUD, a tactical misdirection? This would have had to have been someone with access to extremely expensive technology, someone with access to an airstrip, someone whose purpose was… specifically targeting me. Why would I be so important?

I woke up, once, in the night. It must have been 2017, maybe, I did not used to write constantly so it never got documented properly. I woke to an entity of energy on top of me. The shape was that which one would call a grey, like the alien, but it had no discernible features, it was a high energy low density entity stretched extremely thin, a kind of noise given colour, as well as a lack thereof, a grey in the darkness far beyond the concept of eigengrau. This was not a sleep paralysis. There was a disconnect, the body and mind very removed from each other in a way, the mind unable to command the mouth to speak, because all possible neural connections were being used for other, beyond-physical things. I think that a part of this was to demonstrate that to speak out loud was not necessary. I screamed within my mind, ‘I cannot have sex with you, I am not gay!’ Which, to be quite honest, I found strange at the time. As I have processed this, I have understood it to mean that this entity was beyond gender, and I, at the time with much more limited perceptions than I have now, was thoroughly baffled. There was an aspect of… violation is not a word for it. Yes, but also no. Communion. A comm-union. It was after this that interaction escalated. Perhaps this was the point that extra-dimensional entities planted an item inside of me. Something of this nature, while this item was inside of me. Was it related? What of the spider? Was that related?

It was shortly following that event that I removed this item. What of the UAP? It is hard, at times, to not think everything is related, because it is related; I am the uniting matrix operation in which all of these events converge, so even if they themselves are not related, they all have abstracted meaning within the realm of the me.

This much I know to be true. I went to a clinic for a medical procedure. It is not documented. The implanted item had a foreign object attached to it. The person who removed it was disturbed by its presence. The person it was removed from was disturbed by its presence. Continues to be disturbed by its existence, its possibility, a full spectrum from the political to the paranormal.